Hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jack, and an icy-cold beverage: traditional, tasty treats that flavor America’s national pastime — baseball. However, less savory notes spice that mix, too, as stories of both heroes and demons season the game’s history. A motorcycle ride through the winding byways of northern South Carolina and Georgia will lead a rider to explore tales of a few of … [Read more...] about Running Through Baseball History Along the Blue Ridge
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Looking Through Stone at Red River Gorge
I arrived in Stanton early, before the heat had gathered itself into the full wet authority of a Kentucky summer afternoon. Rose, my Indian Springfield, stood beside the fuel pump looking patient and mildly superior, the way big touring motorcycles sometimes do when their owners are busy forming plans. The plan, as usual, was simple enough to be dangerous. I would ride the … [Read more...] about Looking Through Stone at Red River Gorge
Third Gear Therapy Around Wise, Virginia
The morning looked warmer from the hotel window. It always does. I stepped out onto the sidewalk in Wise, felt that sharp little edge in the mountain air, and stopped long enough to zip my jacket up another inch. The sky had that early-spring brightness that promises a decent day while refusing to promise a warm one. Across the street, Wise was just beginning to stir. … [Read more...] about Third Gear Therapy Around Wise, Virginia
Partner Content: Visit Greater Summersville, West Virginia
A long weekend getaway rejuvenates and inspires, especially when the rugged beauty of the Mountain Lakes Region surrounds you. Sparkling clear Summersville Lake, West Virginia’s largest, is within six to eight hours’ drive of 60 percent of the urban U.S. population, making it the ideal one-tank trip. You’ll find the lake easily via the major interstates; this is your exit from … [Read more...] about Partner Content: Visit Greater Summersville, West Virginia
Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
There are towns that seem to have been waiting all these years for a motorcycle to arrive properly, and Marietta is one of them. On a warm summer morning, with Rose idling along Front Street, her Thunderstroke sending that slow floorboard pulse up through my boots, the place feels less like a stop and more like a beginning. The air smells of river water, hot brick and … [Read more...] about Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
